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A Takoma Park Koan, in the Style of Dogen
Oh Good, Something to Complain About
Elvis Has Left the Premises (Behind)
The Peculiar Tale of How Yesterday's Unfulfilled Tomorrows Became Today's Unrequited Yesterdays
2007 Updates.
December 4, 2007
Found Objects
November 5, 2007
A Takoma Park Koan, in the Style of Dogen
October 15, 2007
Schadenfreude
October 4, 2007
Oh Good, Something to Complain About
October 1, 2007
Happy New Year
September 20, 2007
Web 2.0 Economics Explained
June 17, 2007
Elvis Has Left the Premises (Behind)
June 17, 2007
The Peculiar Tale of How Yesterday's Unfulfilled Tomorrows Became Today's Unrequited Yesterdays
April 16, 2007
Discussion Bored
April 12, 2007
So it Goes
April 1, 2007
My Brain Ate My Homework
February 25, 2007
Peace on Earth
Coming home from the Eastern Shore today, we got caught in a heavy snow that shut down the Bay Bridge for a while and made for a very hairy three-hour trip home. After unloading the car, shoveling the sidewalk, and replenishing ourselves over at Nacho Mama's, I took a look out my office window and saw this magnificent play of colors and textures in the alley behind our house. I had some Lisa Gerrard going on the stereo, and the combined effect was deeply calming and full of promise, like the proverbial rainbow after the storm.
Would that all people could have such a moment tonight.
January 19, 2007
Too Soon to Say Goodbye
Art Buchwald, that veteran columnist, icon of writerly productivity, World War II veteran -- and notorious tennis player -- passed away on January 17. His columns were a regular part of my newspaper reading, and a weekly lesson in how to write. In fact, giving up the Washington Post posed only two regrets for me: losing Richard Thomson's weekly cartoon and Art Buchwald's column. The latter, at least, I could read online so the loss was quickly healed (in fact, that was probably the moment that tipped the balance in favor of all-online newspaper reading from then on).
Unfortunately -- or perhaps fortunately -- I can't join the long list of columnists basking in Buchwald's reflected glow today by recalling the time I saw him in line at the movie theater and heard him ask the fellow behind him where the men's room was ("and that, for me, just so captures the wit and charm of the man, I still smile every time I think about it, lo these many years...")
So rather than layering on more treacle, let's allow him to speak for himself before making his farewells.
January 12, 2007
All Work and All Play
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